This was just a random pic of Mackenzie in the sink getting a bath the TN way.The other morning Annmother and Hunter saw a butterfly in this beautiful pink flower. The next morning we noticed it was still in the same flower. Sadly, we discovered it had gone to heaven.
I have never had the discussion of death with Hunter and didn't really know how to approach it. Here is how the conversation went:
M: "Hunter, the butterfly is now in heaven with God."
H: "Are we in heaven?"
M: "No, we aren't in heaven, but the butterfly is in God's garden now."
H: "Then we are in heaven."
M: "No, the butterfly is in heaven."
H: (confused look) "Then why is the butterfly still here?"
So...Aunt Wendy came up with the idea to bury the butterfly. They found an Irish Spring soap box. It was the perfect fit for our beautiful butterfly. Annmother had a shovel just Hunter's size. He dug a small hole and place the box in it. He then covered it up with the dirt and some rocks. It was only proper to put the flower that it died in on top. After we left for the evening, I asked Annmother to go and remove the box from its burial place. I had a hunch that Hunter would go back and dig it up and ask why the butterfly still hadn't gone to heaven. I think Hunter is starting to understand. The subject is not an easy one for anyone to understand.
